Antic Clay - Filthy Lucre King | Текст песни

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Now work toward or crawl through the soil or sky
You gotta look to one, you're preordained to try
But there's no way, no way out forever!
Upon the antichthon the other side of the sun
Sits your better self with an empty gun
And there's no way, no way out forever!
A spine is but a snake, man, once it's severed
Silent as a mandrake until its time
Tied on a Friday morning to a black dog tail
Your homonculous he's setting sail
And there's no way, no way out forever!
They did a black mule rag upon a noble steed
And it looked to you to intervene
But there's no way, no way out forever!
Upon the antichthon opposite the sun
Where your better self said, "Thy won't be done
And there's no way, no way out forever!"
All eyes go nacre for that filthy lucre!
The culprit's in the pulpit all the time!
So when the blackbird's croaking out his vacant song
And the locust's choking that it won't be long
Well there's no way, no way out forever!

Lyrics by Michael Bradley
Copyright 2007 FurnaceSongs (ASCAP)

3/11/2014

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